Los Angeles daily herald., 1887-10-10
A KENTUCKY GHOST.
A Girl Whose Spirit Haunted a
Recreant Lover.

In the western part OF this county
says letter from Harrodsburg, KY.
is located an old village hamlet by the
name of Duncansville. In this village
and vicinity live plain and industri
Gus people. who vie with one another
in acts Of kindness and hospitality
Among this good people lives a Rev
lG. w. Tully, than whom no better
nor more reliable gentleman can be
found. Yesterday he was at this
place, and gave your correspondent
the details of most marvellous story,
which we shall proceed to give as
near.y as possible in the language OF
the narrator.
A youne man named John G..
Hoover, of Duncansville, wooed and
won the affections of Miss Bette Bail
erd, a charming and agreeable lady
living in the vicinity. AS he had
worked for several years at saw-mill
and had mastered the business, he
thought it best that he should &C
westward and try his fortunes in the
lumber regions. So he determined to
try st. Croix Falls, Wis. The day be.
fore be was to leave for a stay of one
year was spent in the company of his
affianced. 1t being Sunday solemn
day in the country-these two
lovers strayed into the
country graveyard. There, at
the graves OF their parents, they
promised to be forever true to each
other. In one year they were to be
married, and they promised, in the
event one should die, the other was
bound to live in state of celibacy.
On this holy day and upon the tombs
OF their departed parents they made
this solemn vow.
"Now," said the young lady, 1 am
your wife, and if should die before
you return my spirit will ever attend
you."
Hoover left next morning and soon
reached his destination at the head OF
the steamboat navigation on the st.
Croix river. For ten months not a
wave OF trouble rolled across his
peaceful breast. One night after he
had been sleeping several hours in
his room at the Peterson House he
was awakened by a breeze passing
over him as if made by a wing. On
opening his eyes he beheld an object
in the room. By the dim light OF the
moon he discerned the outlines of q
woman. As she advanced with
outstretched arms and an an,
gelic smile on her face he
thought he recognized his sweet
heart. AS she threw her arms about
his neck she vanished into the air
He sprang from his bed, and quickly
lighting the lamp, he searched ir
vain, for he found nothing. Sleer
visited him no more that night. In .
few days he received a letter inform.
ing him that his intended bride, after
a short illness, had passed into the
spirit land, having died on the very
night he had seen her apparation.
After working hard for two years
his business was SO prosperous that
he determined to visit the scene of his
childhood. While here he met a
Miss Catherine Larder, of Missouri
She was as handsome as his ole
sweetheart, but not so large and fine.
looking. Again Cupid got in his
work, and they were soon engaged
On the morning of June 81, 1887, the,
married, and started Immediately fol
the husbands home in Wisconsin.
In the course of time they arrived
at st. Croix Falls, and Mr.. Hoover
conducted his young wife to his apart
ments in the Peterson House. TIL,
light had hardly been extinguishet
when breeze was felt to pass owe
the bed, and as he turned to face hi
wife cold hand touched his face an,
the scream from his wife was heart
rending. AS the affrighted man aros
from his bed to light lamp he be
held an apparition of his old sweet
heart fade from view, and observes
his wife lying beside the bed in a dea
swoon.
A similar scene occurred every nigh
for at least two weeks. They left tn
hotel and rented house near tn
river, and set up housekeeping. Her
the apparition appeared more FRI
quently. 1t never failed to separat
the pair at night, and constantly mad
its presence known to the wife durin
the day.
For nearly three weeks the spiri
ual manifestations continued, whe
the virgin bride would no longer sta
with her haunted husband, but ri
turned to her friends at Duncansville
The bright and beautiful young lady
so joyous and happy when married
was now careworn and sad person
age--a real object of pity. She toll
the story to my informant, and hav'
faithfully given it to your readers
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